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"Your sacrifice won't be in vain." Onslo spoke shapeshifting to his adult form ending Mr. Herrings time here.

He dropped the reality barrier with most of his men looking for him, but as one noticed he told the other, and the other told the other as their boss laid lifeless in the street. There was a mix or shock, and uncertainty throughout the quite men before violence replaced.

They quickly geared up with brass knuckles, handguns, and other melee weapons.

"Sit down. I don't want to instill fear, or for you guys to hate me, but I don't want to kill you all either. You're useful, so tell me what I need to do. You couldn't possibly like that fat fck as he just barked orders." Onslo said with the command all men sat down unconsciously on their butts on the wet concrete not able to get up.

One of the reasons he had chosen this group was as good as they were, how successful, and feared in this part of town they didn't last twenty years due to internal/civil problems within them. No sources told why, old crew had kept silent, but there were two things known they tore each other apart in a mass killing amongst themselves, and it all started going downhill in the 50s.

Onslo went on a limb to suggest it was Mr. Herring himself and his leadership that started it. Their silence was a good sign, as no one refuted the insult to their old boss. Each in their own mid and late twenties with few in their thirties.

"I'll try ya out kid. I ain't gonna be one to step up and be boss. Seems diffucult, plus whatever mistake is now your fault. Mr. Herring was a little bitch, so show me something better." One man spoke up walking ahead and shaking Onslo's hand.

In the end only about three quarters of the 100+ crew members stayed while others went their own way, and no one stopped got in their way. They understood. As everyone was a bit on the edge of whether to leave or go.

One problem came up immediately although.

"What are you doing here ni-?" A member tried to say, but his head blew before he could finish that statement toward Ezekeil as he got out of the shadows.

"FIRST RULE no one will say anything disrespectful about/toward his god fcking given skin color. If you have a problem with him leave now." Three more left from Onslo's warning.

"You two, gather everyone in this crew and get Mr. Herring's most financial and connective business partners. While the rest of you do the rest of your round, but also spread the word 'GoodFellas' is the new name and there's a new boss."

*

"I love you Rocky!" Ezekeil said jumping on Onslo. It was a nickname that he gave to his second personality that went back to when they were seven in their past life, but Onslo would always reply back the same thing.

"Don't name me."

"And you're back..."

*

The meeting started quarter till 7 most came with more men than necessary out of curiosity and cautiousness.

"Is this everyone?" Onslo asked a man beside him one that was tasked to round up everyone.

"Yes, it is."

"You all don't know me, you may all even resent me as I've killed Mr. Herring." Onslo said loudly to speak over the noise and paused temporarily, so the room could fully quite down. "As you know Mr. Herring, he used you all until you were penniless dry and there was nothing you all could do nothing about it as he started about almost all present in this room's businesses. I ask and bring you here to ask you stay with me as head, and you all can get a piece. Starting with a lower tax."

"I refuse. You're what? Twenty. What do you know? What good can you do?"

"What do I know...?" Onslo repeated back quietly to himself as he got out of his seat and just wandered around the room which somehow set off a few men. One of them sent their man to grab him.

When he was only inches away from grabbing Onslo, he turned from looking out the window seal and held the man's throat. "Will you let me think!? Look, you're sacrificing this man's life over something, so trivial as getting up. I'm sure he has a family. Who would break the news to them? I'm sure it won't be you." Onslo said point with his free hand at the one who sent him.

"You got a kid?" He asked the one who's neck was still clutched in his hand already turning purple.

The man in reply took a strained breath and replied with a hoarse voice, "Yes."

"What about you?" Onslo asked this time to the one who sent the man after him.

"...No."

"Do you think your life is more valuable than his?" He asked another question peeking at the man in his hand seeing as he won't last much longer.

"..."

"Do you or do you not?"

"..."

"Here I'll answer that for you." With that Onslo let the man go as he fell to the ground coughing hysterically and grabbed the gun from his waistband and shooting the man who wouldn't answer in the head.

"Lives are all the same." He said to really no one anymore as the one the lesson was for was now dead.

"Oh, now I remember what I was going to say. Real quick before though, I don't wish to instill fear. That's not my wish. You don't know the risks of me being head, and I don't either, but let's find out, and I won't disappoint."

While the men in the room were quite processing his words Onslo bent down and pat the man's shoulder as he was still coughing, and told him, "You're good at following orders. Whatever businesses that man owned I now give to you. Keep following orders, but only mine this time."